They’re making babies on the television I can see the bombs drop in the intermission Someone tries to sell me a new lipgloss While I'm waiting in the supermarket line The alcoholic in front of me Buys a salad to go with his bottle of red And the two beers that he needs early in The morning before the supermarket line I am thinking about my babies Need to hurry home and maybe fix them Something fast to eat and not forget The neighbours need a hand With the trashcan in the supermarket line And the candy wrappers shine like jewels That you don’t notice anymore Mama said there ain’t nothing to it These are the ways my girl These are the ways of the world There ain’t nothing you can do about it girl Watch it burn, bust and go up in smoke While the anchorman makes another joke The cashier winks at me Because the alcoholic forgot all his change And as we both call him back He turns and smiles and says he’s sorry To the supermarket line I mimic that’s okay, not in a hurry Anyway while the students behind me Keep on discussing how to best get to The party after the supermarket line And the candy wrappers shine like Jewels that you don’t notice anymore Mama said there ain’t nothing to it These are the ways my girl These are the ways of the world There ain’t nothing you can do about It girl, Watch it burn, bust and go up In smoke while the anchorman makes Another joke